by Todd Gregory
With no clothes, I certainly couldn’t make a break for the road the driveway surely ended in. The last thing I wanted was to draw more attention to myself. With no other choice, I started making my way across the lawn to the wide veranda, glancing back and forth to make sure there was no one else around. I passed an empty gazebo, and as I drew nearer to the veranda, I could see there was a lazy river just beyond, with a dock jutting out into the black water.
I paused for a moment. That couldn’t be the Mississippi River. It wasn’t muddy nor wide enough, nor was the current as fast and strong. Where the hell was I?
I crept up the steps to the veranda and could hear music from inside—a piano playing some classical piece I’d heard before but didn’t recognize—and then the song ended. There was a lot of applause, and unable to curb my curiosity, I crept over to the nearest window and peered inside.
There was a crowd of people inside, and I immediately spotted the twins sitting in the very first row, applauding as a young woman in a period costume from French colonial times, with coffee-colored skin, curtsied in front of the company.
It was so completely surreal I didn’t know what to think, but I shook my head. I could worry about all of this later, once I was dressed and on my way back to the house on Orleans Street. I darted down the veranda to a door, which was unlocked. I slipped inside the house. There was an open door to my right leading into the room where the music audience was and another one to my left. But just beyond the door to the music room was a carpeted hanging staircase. I took a deep breath and ran toward it, hoping no one happened to glance out into the hallway as my naked form dashed past.
I went up the stairs as quickly as I could and found myself in another hallway. I went into the first door I saw and found a furnished bedroom. I smiled as I found an armoire full of clothes. The shirt barely buttoned over my chest, and the pants were a little too long, so I had to roll them up, but the shoes fit perfectly.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.
“Leaving us already?” Nico said from the doorway. “But the fun’s about to start.”
CHAPTER 11
Nico smiled, leaning against the door frame. He brushed a lock of curly blond hair off his forehead. “You look good in my clothes,” he said, looking me up and down. His smile turned lascivious. “Although I suspect you’d look better in my bed.”
I took a deep breath. I could hear the pianist beginning to play yet another selection downstairs. “Just let me go,” I replied, feeling a surge in my strength again as the green stone hanging on his chest began to glow softly, tinting the smooth skin around an eerie pale green. “I don’t know—or care—why you and your brother brought me here, or what you’re up to. I don’t care about Sebastian. None of that was my fault. He came after me, and he would have killed me if Jean-Paul and the others hadn’t come for me. Please, just let me go so no one else gets hurt.”
He laughed, a sweet, musical sound, and stepped into the room. He softly closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. His black silk shirt fell open all the way to the waist. His skin was completely smooth—there wasn’t even a happy trail from his navel down to the crotch. “Silly Cord,” he said, his tone teasing, a big smile on his face. “Why would we let you go when we’ve gone to such great trouble to bring you here?” He looked me up and down. “And before I’ve had the chance to sample your wares? It’s only fair, you know. I gave you my blood, didn’t I? What else do I have to do to convince you I don’t want to hurt you?”
“You and your brother kidnapped me off the street. You could at least do me the courtesy of explaining to me what I’m doing here,” I said, involuntarily taking a step backward as he drew closer to me. You’re a vampire. What are you afraid of? Overpower him and make your escape!
But somehow I couldn’t do it. There was something about him that was frightening to me. He was slighter of build and shorter than I, and of course he was human (are you sure?), yet I couldn’t bring myself to raise my hand against him. And his green eyes—they were so beautiful and his skin so soft and silky.
One of his slender hands reached up and slid inside the silk shirt I couldn’t close. The other lightly grasped my right bicep. His smile got even bigger, his strong, even white teeth glinting, his green eyes twinkling. “You’re so muscular,” he breathed, stepping even closer to me as he pushed my shirt open and moved his hand to the center of my chest. The palm of his hand sent that same strange current through me, a wave of almost overpowering desire that went straight to my cock. “You cannot resist me,” he whispered, leaning into me and brushing his soft lips against the base of my throat, “nor can you ever leave me.”
The feel of his lips brought up goose bumps all over my body, and I felt my heart begin to race.
“What have you done to me? You and your blood?” I somehow managed to whisper. I wanted to run out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door of this strange house, and not stop until I reached the road at the end of the driveway. But as much as I wanted to escape the danger I sensed in this place, somehow I couldn’t move. I was completely under his spell. “You’re a witch, aren’t you?”
His hand was undoing the clasp of my slacks, and the other was caressing my ass, his index finger stroking the bottom where my hole was, and I didn’t want him to stop teasing me. “Witch?” he laughed as my pants fell to the floor in a heap at my feet. “I suppose you could say that, but it’s such a vast oversimplification—it really is an unworthy description of what we all are.” He winked up at me as his tongue darted out and made a slithery circle at the base of my neck, producing a moan from me. “But I suppose witch will do, in a pinch.”
He leisurely knelt in front of me and tilted his head back so I could see his delighted smile before his tongue darted out and licked the head of my cock. I moaned again, cursing my traitorous body for responding to him, for not obeying me and getting me the hell out of there.
I wanted him now. I wanted release. He had teased me into a state of arousal that demanded satisfaction.
He smiled up at me. “Are all vampires as beautiful as you, Cord?” He breathed out, blowing on the wet head of my cock.
I closed my eyes again. “Are all witches as beautiful as you?”
He answered by taking me into his mouth, his tongue working the vein on the underside. His mouth was warm and he suckled on my cock, and there was no resistance possible against the pleasure coursing through my body as his mouth moved back and forth over my aching erection. I’d never felt anything like it before—no one had ever sucked me this way. His mouth felt like warm, moist, crushed velvet as it worshipped me, and it was like the greatest drug ever conceived by man was exploding through my veins. Every nerve ending in my body was alive, alert, firing pleasure synapses to my brain. My skin felt incredibly sensitive—the cool air being pushed down from the rotating blades of the ceiling fan felt like thousands of fingers stroking my skin. It was like I’d taken several hits of Ecstasy, but even better. I could feel every strand of hair on my body, goose bumps popping up everywhere, and my nipples were so hard they felt like they could cut through glass, like a diamond. I brought up both of my hands and pinched each nipple, my body trembling in response as heat radiated out from the flash-point center of my nipples. I could hear myself moaning, and he kept working on my cock with that amazing mouth, up and down while his tongue slithered along the dark vein on the underside, and my balls contracted and ached for release. One of his fingers slid inside the crevice between my buttocks, at the very top, and I shivered as the finger gently pushed its way down until it found an opening and started tapping slowly and gently. My legs began to shake.
And I could hear Rachel’s voice saying in a disgusted tone, Must you fuck everyone you come into contact with?
I didn’t know if she actually was there reading my thoughts or if it was just my imagination, but if she was there, I knew I needed to focus and somehow lead her and Nigel to me, but the pleasure was so incredibly in
tense I couldn’t form the words. I couldn’t think about anything except the animalistic pleasure I was feeling, and all I wanted to do was go with it, keep feeling it. The tip of his finger slid inside of me, and an involuntary cry burst out of my throat, and the only thing I could think was, Maybe if you got laid once in a while, you wouldn’t be such an uptight bitch when other people are getting some, and his finger was going deeper inside, wiggling and moving, tapping and turning and rotating as it sought the magic place, and then he found it and started rubbing and tapping it and my eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure like I’d never experienced, never thought humanly possible, washed over me like waves crashing onto a beach, and I couldn’t think; I couldn’t even form words in my head. Not even Jean-Paul at his most sensual had ever made me feel like this, not even Clint or when all of our little fraternity had been naked and having an orgy, nothing had been this intense. How was this even possible? No one should be able to make anyone else feel like this. . . . This was more intense than any drug, any alcohol. . . . I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his cock inside of me, but still his finger worked on me as his mouth and tongue continued working my cock, and I could hardly stand it and then I felt my cum rising. I was going to come—
And his finger stopped.
His other hand clamped around the base of my cock as I shuddered and tried to shoot my load, but it was trapped inside of me by his hand. I could feel it trying to get past, my body lurching with each spurt being trapped inside of me, and it felt like I was going to explode.
He smiled at me as I shuddered and tried with all of my willpower not to let out a scream.
“No sound, my beautiful Cord,” he whispered, licking his lips as I shuddered. His green eyes flashed at me until the spasms passed. “We don’t want anyone downstairs to hear us, do we?” His eyes narrowed. “Especially not Lorenzo—we don’t want Lorenzo to know what’s going on up here, do we?”
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded as I gulped breath. The orgasm was over, and he smiled as he let go of my cock, and I shuddered as a few drops of cum slid up my channel and out the slit. His tongue shot out and licked them up, and the touch of his tongue on my cock’s head sent another sliver of agonizing pleasure through my entire body.
“Your head is really sensitive right now,” he said with a low laugh. He licked his thumb and began sliding it back and forth over it.
My knees buckled and I almost collapsed, it was such an incredibly intense feeling, and then I felt his finger slide out of me. He stood and pressed his lips against mine. I could taste my own cock in his mouth, and as his tongue pushed inside my mouth, I couldn’t help but suck on it and my arms went around him as he unbuttoned his silk shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. I ground my bare cock against the crotch of his velvet trousers, my balls feeling heavy and sore and aching but needing to be worked. My cock wanted to be inside of him, but I also wanted him inside of me. I imagined his beautiful body on top of me, between my legs, his hips thrusting his cock deeper inside of me as I locked my legs around him, pressing him, and I felt his trousers loosen and drop to the floor.
I became aware through the pleasure that my feet were no longer on the floor and the trousers bunched around my feet had fallen away. I opened my eyes and saw that his eyes were closed—
And realized we were rising in the air! We were about five feet above the floor.
How is this possible? I wondered as he pressured me into turning, and we rotated in the air, and he was then forcing me backward, and I felt myself falling back through the air, and then I was lying on the bed and he was on top of me, his crotch grinding against mine, and I wanted to suck him, taste him, get his cock inside my mouth and worship him the way he’d worshipped me, and so I moved my head back, rolling him over onto his back.
He moaned as my mouth slid from his lips to his throat, and I could feel his moan vibrating through the skin of his throat, and I knew he was feeling pleasure just as intensely as I was, but I wanted him to feel even more. I wanted to drive him insane with pleasure. I wanted it to push every other thought out of his head until all he could feel, the only thing he could think about, was spattering his load all over himself. I wanted to see his cock squirting cum all over his beautiful torso, and I would lick him clean, tasting both his incredible skin and his delicious seed at the same time. I wanted to run my tongue all over his entire body. I wanted my tongue to seek and explore every crack and crevice of his body, to tug on his nipples with my teeth, to drink his sweat and join our bodies together until we were one flesh, one skin, one person.
I found the deep pit at the base of his throat and licked it, kissed it, and nipped at the skin with my teeth, not hard enough to draw blood but to tease and torment, and his back arched, his cock rubbing against my stomach, and I moved my stomach from within so that his cock had its hardness to serve as friction and I felt a sticky wetness as some of his precum oozed out against my skin and I smiled to myself. I hazarded a look up at him and his eyes were closed, his head tilted back, and I moved my mouth down, my tongue darting in and out as it traced a path down the center of his chest, leaving a wet trail behind, and his skin tasted both salty from his rising sweat yet sweet as honey at the same time, and I could hear his heart pounding through the bones of his rib cage. His heart was leaping about with each beat, yet rather than a bloodlust it only served to push me further. My desire for blood had already been sated with his sweet blood earlier, and I brought up both of my hands and pinched his nipples, tugging on them, and they were as hard as his firm chest, and he gasped again, and I could feel his moan of pleasure echoing and reverberating inside his diaphragm as he pushed his hips against me again, and I felt his hardness against my stomach, his balls growing heavier and more demanding with each movement, and I knew he was getting close—
And so was I.
I let go of his nipples and pushed myself up into a sitting position. His legs were around my waist and I looked down at the silky white down of his pubic hair, his long pink cock, the heavy pink balls hanging below them, the blue veins in his throat, the swollen hard nipples glistening in the light from my spit, the clear drop oozing and glistening from the slit in the round pink head of his cock.
He was beautiful, simply beautiful.
He opened his eyes. “Don’t tease me,” he breathed out through his thick lips, his voice thick with desire, need, the heat radiating from his skin in waves.
“I can’t decide,” I replied in a seductive whisper, “if I want to fuck your pretty ass or take that beautiful cock inside of me.” I reached over and smeared the glistening drop over the head.
His eyes closed and he groaned again. “I want you to fuck me . . . oh God, please, please fuck me with that big beautiful cock.”
I grabbed his ankles and shoved them forward until his beautiful hard white ass was in front of me, and I buried my face between his buttocks. My tongue ran around the rim of his asshole, and I felt his entire body trembling as I teased his hole with my tongue, and in that moment I knew I was going to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him more than I’d ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life, and I knew fucking him would be better than anyone I’d ever fucked, better than anyone I’d ever fuck in the future. There was only Nico for me now; anyone else would be a vast disappointment. I could search until the end of time for another lover, but I would never find another to be his equal. Maybe this was what they meant by soul mates and love. And my tongue went inside of him and I could feel his legs shaking and I knew he was feeling it, too, and I licked and lapped at him, looking for the spot that would send him to the moon and yet bring him back at the same time.
You really are a disgusting pig.
Fuck you, Rachel.
I pulled my head back and wiped my mouth with my arm. His eyes were half closed as he looked up at me, the green stone twinkling in the light from the chandeliers. I got to my feet and pointed the head of my cock into him.
He resisted at first, but gravity was pulling me irresistibly dow
n into him.
He shoved his arm into his open mouth to muffle the scream as I plunged deep into him.
I fought gravity myself. I wanted him to slowly open to me as I entered him bit by bit, making him want me even more the slower I went, and his eyes opened, and when he moved his arm, I could see his teeth marks on his forearm where he’d bit down to muffle the scream. They were deep but hadn’t drawn blood, which was a good thing, as I knew damned well there was no way I could have stopped myself from drinking him dry once the scent of his blood was in the air. I would have drained him until there was nothing left but a hollow husk of what had once been a beautiful man, an oh-so-beautiful man, and I realized he was pushing himself up against me, trying to get me deeper inside of him, and his green eyes were wild with passion, desire, almost inhuman in their need for me to plunge into him, and I could see into his mind . . .
Oh God oh God yes Cord fuck me I need you to fuck me tear me in half my God your cock is so amazing so perfect it feels like nothing I’ve ever had inside me before you’re so amazing you’re so beautiful come on bitch fuck me make me your whore make me your pig I want you come on give it to me come on pound me pound my ass put my head through the fucking headboard you know you can do it stud I want to be your whore your bitch come on fuck me fuck me I want you deeper in me I want you all the way inside come on fucker fuck me come on come on stop teasing me oh my God oh my God that feels so incredible oh dear fucking God please don’t stop please don’t please please please . . .
And I smiled down at him as my own need to be inside of him took over and nothing else mattered, nothing else in the world existed other than the two of us and my cock inside his ass and I stopped resisting and let gravity work, and I plunged all the way down inside of him, stopping only when my balls struck skin and his eyes opened so wide I thought they might pop out of his head, and they began to glow, just as the stone around his neck did, and I remembered that was the last thing I’d seen on Dauphine Street. Something was telling me I needed to stop, but there was no way I was going to stop, not until I’d shot my load deep inside of him, until he was coated and dripping with his own and I grabbed him by the wrists and lifted him, slamming him back down on the bed, only now with his back resting on the bed and I slammed into him again and his eyes were glowing and I felt myself being sucked into them, and everything was green. Everything around me, everything inside and outside my head was going green, and I started moving my hips back and forth, fucking him mindlessly and I could hear him grunting and groaning, groaning as I plunged into him, grunting as I slid almost all the way out before burying myself back inside of him.